Chapter 2

“Oh, my God!” I heard Lacey scream as she jerked Jenna and me awake, “you really DID call my bluff about Jenna! What the actual fuck?”

“Yeah, well, you told me that you were going to be ‘the nastiest slut’ and that ‘this means war.’ One thing that you maybe missed about war. It makes you the enemy and when I’m fighting one, I fight dirty as hell. I told you that you didn’t want to start this. But you have, all because of a rule that you imposed without my consent and that I only broke after you didn’t keep your word about the virgin ass. Well, in the words of Jack Palance from Young Guns, ‘get ready for hell.’ Because that’s what war is,” I reminded Lacey, making her blush crimson in front of her friends.

“Oh, and by the way, speaking of fighting dirty, didn’t you warn all of your friends away from Damon here? Thus making it virtually impossible for him to get any strange, outside of maybe a hooker, unless he got with me? Then you announced that rule about not screwing me without waiting for his agreement. After you made the deal and the promise to give him your anal cherry, a pledge that you broke,” Jenna got busy lawyering on my behalf, adding some shame to Lacey’s face.

My fiancee sputtered, stuttered, tried desperately to say something, but then just broke out into sobs, while her girlfriends glared at me and pulled her aside for a group hug or whatever. It was clear that she hadn’t planned for me to do anything but pout and sulk. Well, I had warned her and she hadn’t listened. Bitch really should have taken me at my word. That’s the problem with ladies sometimes ... because they often don’t mean what they say, they assume that men don’t, either, when we typically do.

“Okay, okay ... let’s just ... stop it! I fucked up ... you ... fucked me over, can we just ... go back to normal, forget the stupid deal, whatever? I lost, you won ... are you happy? I’ll keep my end of things ... I’ll give you my ass, right now, if you want it, right in front of my friends and Jenna. Just ... drop it with her and do me ... please!” Lacey ranted while I stood there, arms locked across my chest and a stony expression on my face.

“You’re not gonna, are you? Are you ... breaking it off with Lace?” Stacy confronted me now.

“Why shouldn’t I? She clearly thinks that giving up the butt even now would be enough to keep her word, when I made it plain to her that the point was that it would be a ‘virgin ass.’ In her own fucking words, no less! Clearly, she doesn’t think that I mean what I say, because she doesn’t mean what she says, so how can I trust anything that she ever says in the future? Am I gonna have to keep trying this little merry dance of guesswork? No fucking thinks. With lovers like her, who needs enemies?” I snapped, making Lacey and even Jenna step back at my vehemence.

This was not old Damon at all, the friendly, cuddly teddy bear type. This was new Damon, and he was a hard-ass. Something steely had formed inside me due to this whole mess and I was in no fucking mood to play games. I turned my back on Lacey and I heard her burst into tears yet again, well aware by now that she had played with fire and gotten herself singed. I wasn’t the one holding the matches, though, nor the gasoline. That was all her.

“Damn, you really are a bastard, aren’t you? A cold fish ... I never would have guessed it. Have you no heart, no pity, no compassion at all for Lacey? Do you really have nothing but hate, anger, and wounded pride? Can’t you drop your ego for ten seconds to show some kind of basic human decency? You’re breaking her heart,” Donna fumed at me.

“Yeah, well, what goes around comes around, bitch,” I didn’t hold back anymore.

“What does that fucking mean?” Vicky asked me now.

“I mean that she had no concern for my feelings when she stomped on them recently and trash talked Brett about cucking me after the wedding ... or when she warned other girls away from me, or when she gave up her ass to him after promising that it would be cherry, or when she let him call her those names after sending me to the couch for a while just calling her ‘slut’ even once! I fail to see why all of the ‘basic human decency’ has to be so fucking one-sided! Turnabout’s fair play! Where was her empathy when she threatened ‘war,’ anyway?” I stormed off and Jenna followed me as I locked the bedroom door behind me.

It was her fucking turn to sleep on the damn couch, especially in my own damn house, with my name on the paperwork, not hers. Before I knew it, Jenna bent over in front of me and handed me some lube. Jenna then proceeded to get very vocal about what we were doing, too. It was as much about humiliating Lacey the way that she had humiliated me as it was about the sex, of course. As far as I was concerned, unless Lacey came up with a rebuttal to my reasons to dump her sorry ass, our engagement was over ... and our romance as well.

Through the door, Lacey and her friends could hear Jenna grunt and moan as I took her tight ass yet again. They must have heard the screams and the ecstasy, and Jenna made it clear that she wasn’t faking a thing. For one thing, it didn’t take long for her to noticeably cream herself from my cock balls deep in her bum. She was one helluva tight fucker, too. Her bottom looked just right as it closed repeatedly on my dick with each stroke. Her fantastic glutes were shiny with her sweat and her hips worked magic on my prick.